Bustin' Shots

There has been a storm cloud positioned over my head this whole semester. Shooting pictures of Worcester has been a goal of mine for a long time now. It just hasn't been as fulfilling as I thought it would. Basically, I haven't enjoyed myself. Producing images last semester was more fun then I had anticipated and I hoped the joy would carry over. But its tough. I was having trouble with every aspect of my work. So this week I reconsidered what it was that made my previous photographic forays fun and set out to recreate those experiences in a new environment. And then I saw it, perched atop Vernon Hill, shimmering in the daylight like a beacon of hope, glistening blue, radiating promise. So I climbed into the rubble of a semi-demolished hospital wing. Immediately the surge of excitement hit me and I felt compelled to take pictures, as opposed to forcing my self to do so. I've found that the more natural it feels on location the better the results. This may be a no-brainer but it is a component that has been missing in my endeavors as of late. I've also felt a refreshed sense of motivation. It compels me to learn more and absorb everything. So what am I going to do with these new urges? Learn to pick locks. I'm a rebel.